The claws of an unknown beast graze the dew-filled grass lightly as it tred on towards the dead grass of the already Plagued land nearest a small city owned by foul humans

The creature took flight once it neared the indefinite boarder between the wet green grass and the dry scourged ground.

The wind barely had an effect on the boney creatures wings. It's almost a miracle how it was able to be airborne, saying as it was all bone with plate on it.

The plate barely slowed it down though, so that wasn't much of a worry. Other's like it that have only recently been slaughtered by the arrows of those who use a bow, or landed and Gouls picked them off in large packs. All in all, once they have been brought back to life, their wings still have feathers as well as their bones are white as fresh snow in Icecrown.

As for others, Dragons have been brought back from the ambush or massacre they had to face. Once brought back, some of their souls remain restless, eager for a mortal to come around and slay them so they can finally be free of his reign.

But that's all over now. He is gone. Slain by many mortals. Only to be finished off by a human of the Light. The Light. What a horrible thing to happen in the reigns of his rule. He led us in the words of the Unholy. The Ungodly. He led us through it all. But of course. As all things come to an end, his time did as well. Only to be replaced by a mortal.

Our new ruler wasn't quite the best, but helped us. We accepted him. Now it was the time to patrol old territory that was once destroyed by the Scourge.

Once the area was spotted, it was time to land. Swiftly and silently, the creature landed on the hard ground. Hasn't rained since the last time something was fought out here. But that was years ago. As of right now the ground is starting to sturr slowly. It's upsetting a lot of mortal beings, but us undead being too proud of ourselves take no note.

The dry grass crunched underclaw, not a very nice noise unlike gravel underclaw instead. The ground felt much more dry as dirt stirred and cracked in piece's. Just like the thousands of soul's lost to our former ruler.

But he was merely a pawn in this great war. A war that will go on for a great while. A war not to end until the world is destroyed in the remains of Old Gods.

But all that aside, the ground started to shake as in the distance the earth started to collapse into itself slowly. Soon enough it stopped, only for an eery roar to escape from the depths of the ground.

Startled, the creature let out a terrified shriek out of it's hooked beak. It took to the sky, trying to find where the small  area camp was set up was. In a failed attempt to find it, the creature landed on a small plateau. The beating of large wings could be heard above.

Having no direct eyes, the small boney creature looked up. Regretting it. Up there in the sky was a large firey dragon, scales reinforce with large plate. Fire spreading to all flammable resources it could. Within' the flap of its wing, most of the dry grass down below was set ablaze.

The flames rose in a quick outburst, small embers making it's way to the creatures claws. It took a step back, terrified at what would happen.

Embers of red were no good to the undead, blue flames were perfered with them. The Frostbrood's didn't have such a hot experience with red flames. . . so we got rid of them for good. Although as of right now a story of that kind isn't such a good idea.

The flames were spreading upwards as the dragon headed towards some random place it could perch comfortably. That direction happened to be in the way of a forest.

It's common knowledge -even for someone who doesn't have a brain anymore- that fire and forest don't go well together.

Thoughts were broken as flames came closer to the plateau. Seeing as mostly roots and sprouts came up to a grassy plateau, that wasn't a good sinerio. Yet again, is anything good?

No, nothing is ever good. Good is a word that others use as a form of 'it's decent'. Good, no, this is no good. The flames had spread close to it now, nearing it's boney claws.

Now you may be wondering, 'well why won't it just fly?' Let me answer that. The creature was in fright, unable to flee, stuck in place, not moving a socket.

The fire arose in a quick burst of hot air. The creature felt it. The immense pressure of the flames were overwhelming.

With as much oxygen available in the air, the fire cought and spread as quick as it could.

In the distance, more flames arose. Bigger. Hotter. Stronger this time. The forest had set fire. The flamed forest spread faster than in the dead grass.

Yeah, it was wet, but the agonizing heat had the water drenched in the trees evaporate forming clouds slowly in the sky.

The sky. The sky, the sky is what was above head. The sky had alot. Clouds, oxygen, smoke. . . Smoke! The creature looked down, only to see its claws burning from the flames that touched it.

In fear and pain, it flapped it's bare wings. No such use to the fire going out. Instead it grew. It grew to an odd hight for it burning dead grass.

In defeat, the creature sat down. It's pelvis hitting the ground with a small thud. The flames were pushed back for a moment, only to come back to the creature faster than before.

The flames had started to climb up its bones. The creature didn't care though. It didn't care about it's undead life. No creature did. The undead mortals who did kinda care just used it to ride.

Not even the frostbrood siblings cared. It's own kind were brain dead. Literally. The creature was the only one who still understood everything. Anything.

The flames consumed it's skeleton. In agony, it lay down. The flames engulfed it's body, bone slowly melting.

It's soul, once restless at a point, released itself from the dead sack of flaming bones.

'Finally. . . Free.' It thought.

It's thoughts were cut short as it's soul slowly disappeared into thin air. Thin air.

I actually like this one that I made. As you can tell my WoW addiction is kicking in with mounts and all the creatures and animals in the game. As well as my favorite expansion leading to the next... I'm odd.
Bye now!